Part 2: The Day It All Came Back Around
Eleanor and I didn’t say anything for a while after that.
We just sat there, watching the room like we’d seen something familiar… something we both recognized without needing to explain it.
The woman who had just been helped wiped her eyes and picked up her tray.
She hesitated again—like Eleanor had that first day—unsure where to sit, unsure what to do with the kindness she’d just received.
Then she chose a table by the window.
Same table Eleanor used to sit at.
Eleanor noticed too.
She smiled softly.
“That was my seat,” she said.
